Succubus Start
Several minutes later, the door opened and The Pirate emerged, clutching her jug. “Success in every packet, Sir,” she said, continuing to the kitchenette. “Tell me how it went whilst you serve my meal, Kelly,” he said, “you have permission to speak freely, without whacks.” She nodded. “He’s a suspicious sod….Shagger….” she said, clearly relishing her new-found freedom, as she brought him some soup, “….and clearly a complete cretin.”
She stood outside his study door and inspected it carefully.
Lionel Disraeli-Greys
Nihil discere possis sine dexteritate
Being a German Gretchen, she’d not the slightest idea what the Latin logo meant. She recalled 3M was as well, so there was no point in asking her, either. Shagger was the same, having been a garçon. Obviously though, she wouldn’t want the whack in the first place, either for ignorance, impudence or cheek.
“We’ll ask Sukey later,” he said absently, “since she’s a Latin Lass.” On reflection, Cully too learned Latin....at least he had last year. He wasn’t sure which other A-Levels he was taking.
She knocked, and waited. “Entarrrr,” called out a villain’s voice, and a tingle travelled down her torso before terminating in her twat. It wasn’t even as if she were about to be beaten....although it wasn’t an impossibility. She opened the door and stepped inside to find his two fags working hard, with the prefect sitting at his settee. “What do you want?” he asked without any enthusiasm. “Please, Sir,” she replied, brandishing the empty jug, “I wonder if I might ask the favour of some milk.” Hopefully, she’d kept it in the conditional?
“This may be a silly question,” he asked, “but why are you fagging, since you’re a Brownie Babe. Were you a new nix this year?” New knickers were normally so sentenced. “No, Sir,” she replied politely, “it was simply one of those pesky administrative errors, Sir. But such mistakes are never corrected, as you know....so I was stuck with it for the second year running.” Complete cods, but it sounded convincing enough. “Who’s your pretty prefect?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” she repeated, it’s David Shagton, Sir.”
There was a muffled explosion. “Sodding Shagger,” he snarled, “so you can tell him to sod off.” Exactly as expected. “Please, Sir,” she whined, “I’m at my wits’ end, since nobody’s been able to help. He said I needed some sort of incentive to try harder, and how hitting my hiney might help....” she paused, “....and how he’d double the dose if I failed again, since he enjoyed dishing my discipline....”
“I don’t remember saying anything about doubling the dose, Kelly....” he said, as she removed his empty plate, and replaced it with his main meal, “....but since you seem to want it, I’ll bear in mind for another time.” She winked once as she returned to the kitchenette.
“....I can show you my stripes, so you can see for yourself, Sir.” He grunted, and waved at her. Inevitably, both his fags were suddenly interested, so she brazenly bent down, with her fanny facing them, and flipped up her pleasingly pleated brown skirt. Then she shimmied down her naughty knickers, teasingly and tantalizingly. “Ohh,” moaned both his fags. “One whack onto each of your beat sheets for Leching Longingly Like Losers,” he said, reaching for his clip board, “however I agree with you about the whacks. It seems six serious stripes, so sodding Shagger was being beastly....the bastard. Still, it’s not my problem, and the best of British luck elsewhere.”
Thus onto the next tack. “Please, Sir,” she said as she wiggled her waist, “....I’m really desperate, Sir. Perhaps I might suggest a quid pro quo, and attend your study after Prep....when we could get to know each other a bit better....” the last chance saloon, “....in a sort of social setting, Sir. As you said, I’m but a Brownie Babe, but I could....well, still show you some sordid stuff. I’ve some special Happy Hooker hosiery, which is really VERY revealing. I could also always give you a private demonstration of how Sir’s Wanko Whacks For Cute Cunt Classes work....on the assumption you’ve not attended.”
There was a short silence. “All right,” he said, “it’s a deal. I’ve always been interested in them, although there’s no way I’d lower myself to actually take part. However, you should still be swished for Soliciting so shamelessly....” sodding typical....” with a whack for the Vulgarity....” whatever else, his apparent mind reading abilities were spot on, “....and one for Incitement, too.” He picked up his cane, stood up, and flexed it between his fingers.
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“One, thank you, Sir,” she said flatly, although claiming canees’ privilege with an already aching arse was an effort.
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“Ooh….two, thank you, Sir,” she gasped, hoping it would sound sexy? Might she be an OO girl, she always wondered at these times? Or even an AH girl? Time would tell.
“My thoughts entirely,” he agreed absently, as he finished his food, “what’s for dessert?” She emerged again, “It’s apple pie with cream, Sir,” she said, exchanging the plates. “I won’t worry with coffee, Kelly,” he confirmed, “just get busy with the washing up.”
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“Yeee….three, thank you so much, Sir,” she said humbly, “thank you for my dished derrière discipline, Sir. I know it was all duly deserved, Sir.” There was a soft snigger. “I never thought I’d agree with sodding Shagger about anything,” he said, “but I too enjoyed punishing your pert little posterior. Stand up and sort yourself out....” slowly, she arose, “....ahhh,” she gasped as her hem scraped a second time, “....Sidney, give the gal some milk, and make sure it isn’t rancid, Rancid....”
“Ha bloody ha,” he said, “it being Sidney Rance’s nickname, as you might imagine. But he’s one of Lionel’s successors in The Six Nasties, as I know very well to my cost, from during my week of rustication last autumn.”
“....I look forward to later....” he stared at his two fags, “....wassamatter, lads? If you fancy the floozy, you’ll have every opportunity to do the dirty deed. Sidney will be a prefect next year, and at some stage she’ll turn sweet sixteen. As for Band Aid, he’ll have the chance to wheedle his willy into the wicked wench when she’s a prefect in her turn, and he’s a pupil In The Pink. I state the matter about copulating cute cunt correctly?”
She smiled, and stroked herself where she shouldn’t, although the likelyhood was low. She wasn’t especially enanmoured with either of them any more than him at the outset, and there were plenty more fish to fry....or rather penises to poke. “Yes, Sir,” she said instead, accepting the hastily filled jug, and retreated gratefully out of the room. All part of the service, Sir, she told herself as she returned to Shagger’s study.
“I can confirm his junior fag was one Adrian Bounden,” he said, “having been lined up with him one fine morning during the Summer Term of Year LXXXVIII to Explain ourselves to Terrence....” it had, he recalled, been his very first D-Day, or Ditches Day, “....when he was one of The N♂-n♂s in dorm 2N. I assume he’s now in dorm 3N, as one of The Little Nuisances. I wasn’t terribly taken with him at the time either, but it’s usually the case with anyone in the N series. However, his elder Sister’s something else again....” across the room, Mitchell Mary Murphy sniggered sofftly, “....you had something to say, Mitches?”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir,” she said, “Gabrielle....my peer-with-pussy In The Pink. She’s one of The Six Lezzies next door to me. Although as Sir is well aware, Gay Abandon’s actually a Bi Babe....having featured in Sir’s Calendar before now.” Which too was totally true, and he’d enjoyed his Bi-some threesome with both her and Josephine French. Not Tonight Josephine was captain of dorm 6L, and likewise bisexual. “Thank you, Kelly,” he said, as he mopped his mouth, “you’ve done well.”
He stood up, padded across to the bed, and slipped off his black shower robe. “You may as well wear this,” he said, handing it to her, “since it will provide some semblance of authority.” He lay down. “You can sodding well put The pillow Punishment Points of pain across the bed….Shagger,” she said, “which will provide some penile pain in addition to your posterior punishment. I ended up with a nasty nine, simply to set up your sodding succubus stunt, so you should suffer similarly. How much is the Caning For Cunt?” He shivered slightly. “AHHH….” he gasped as he placed the pressure pad of pure pain into position over his penis, “…..it’s simply Six For Sex, Ma’am.” She sniffed. “Cheap at the sodding price, Shagger,” she said, “we’ll start with two sets of staccato strokes, in pairs.”
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“OOOO..HOOO….TWO, thank you, MA’AM....” he gasped at their expert application, “….AHHH,” he added as the small semi-sharp spikes at ⅛ inch intervals punctured his penis. Having taught her how to wield the weapon himself, her efforts could hardly be otherwise. The second strike landed on the same spot. However, Sex Thrashing ones were worse, since they struck straight downwards. “I hope it hurts horribly, Shagger,” she said, savagely. “You may rest assured of it, Ma’am,” he said, humbly.
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“YI..HI….FOUR, thank you, MA’AM....AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped with one of the Hurting Hellos, as his straining shaft suffered for his sins, “….ohh….ohh….AHHH,” he added as she stroked his searing stripes with the stick, whilst wiggling his waist.
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“Yayy..HEYY….SIX, thank you, MA’AM....AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped with the second. “There’ll be one more whack for Incitement,” she said sternly, “as someone recently said to me….” touché, “….but I didn’t quite finish drying the dishes, and then I’ll make up your Private Beat Sheet….” she gave him an evil grin, whilst walking away, “Bitch,” he whispered, “….which makes two, with another for the Vulgarity.”
With his tool in torment, waiting for the whacks was forever. Finally, after an eternity, she returned. “Perhaps you’d like me to put you out of your misery, Shagger?” she asked, “unless you’d like a second six strokes, with what you kindly considered calling a Maintenance Caning?” He wouldn’t. “Mercy, Ma’am,” he muttered, “I beg you for the coups de grâce.” She mouthed him a kiss, so clearly she wasn’t actually angry.
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“YIKES..YIKES….EIGHT….a straight eight, thank you so much, MA’AM. It was discipline deserved and duly dished….and a completely competent caning, Ma’am.” She put down his cane, and removed his black shower robe. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, “there’s not many fearsome fagmasters who’d allow their lowly junior fags to do such a dreadful deed, and I’m grateful. In the circumstances, I’ll tick the box for No Publicity, at least until such time as the succubus is unmasked.”
Fair comment, as he glanced up at the clock, and saw it was 4.43pm. “Dismissed for the day, both of you,” he said, standing up and padding across to his wardrobes, “report as usual tomorrow morning, Mitches. As for Kelly….” he opened one, and extracted a small phial, “….drop this into his drink whilst he’s distracted.” Something which shouldn’t be at all difficult whilst she was wearing the Happy Hooker hosiery, “Yes, Sir,” she said, “I’m enjoying all this immensely.” Mitchell Mary Murphy’s mouth moved. “Yes?” he asked. “Anytime you want me to be the femme fatale, Sir,” she said, “just say the word.”
He nodded. “Most certainly so,” he said, “and it’s two whacks for saying Fuck under your breath. In addition to the Vulgarity, it’s Conduct unbecoming for an innocent young Lady.” Her eyes flashed fire, and doubtless he’d be acquainted with her feelings another time. His fags both left the study, and he returned to his table. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and his raw rear reminded him of the rattan. He picked up his clip board, and turned over the pages again.
St Stricktlands School – Private Beat Sheet for:- David Shagton
Sheet no:- 15 School Term and Year:- Summer, LXXXIX
For prefects’ personal punishments taken by caners not operating their own sheets, or for use as a written record of any other culpable canee’s crimes outside the usual school system. It may still be handed to the School Secretary, if the disciplinary details thereon are required to be registered. If so, please write neatly and legibly, otherwise penalties may be applied.
Then he inspected the entries she’d made on his behalf.
3.Sex Thrashing (succubus stunt, not me): 6, Vulgarity: 1, Incitement: 1: Total 8, Kelly Morgan
Fair enough, as he opened his heavy Physics textbook, Electricity and Magnetism. Appropriately enough, the publishers had used the style known as Neon Lights for the title. Having read it carefully over the past year, he’d noted it made no mention of TENS anywhere. Apparently Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation was one use of electricity about which the author appeared not to know nothing….or wasn’t about to admit? On the other hand, maybe he’d led a sheltered life? Zappo Products weren’t for everyone, after all. Still, it would be dull without The Shocker, Electric Eel, Twist and Shout, Nightwatchman, fun Fuck Fork, cattle prod, and the electric chair, all of which gave a certain sparkle one way or another. He focussed onto the matter in hand.
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The time was 8.03pm when he yawned, and closed his books. He tidied up his felt-tip pens and metal footrule, ones he’d been using for making graphs, putting them all into a neat pile. In theory, his evening dates should be arriving imminently. Dr Fiona Allbright BA BSc MSc PhD had promised to get him a grade A, however it was now down to him to deliver. The Good Doctor’s considered the stick to be much more effective than the carrot. After his extra-curricular evening sessions with her, his raw rear always confirmed the contention….in addition to her Caning For Cunt.
He’d also benefited greatly from his six days’ stint at her so-called Solo Summer School the previous year. This had been four hours of fun-filled Physics daily with discipline, and Domestic Duties done in a situation of semi-sexual slavery. Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he called out. It opened, and two delicious damsels emerged. One was a pretty prefect wearing basic black, whereas the other was completely covered by a Lee van Cleef cloak. The long black silky specimen was apparently so-named after the ancient actor. “Ohh,” he gasped as she hung it on a peg, as underneath it was the Fig-leaf Apron attire from The Stern Maiden.
This was a natty number in French Maid style which only just covered the crotch. There was nothing else except matching black high-heeled shoes. Her work name of Joan was stencilled across the apron. “Good evening, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, standing up and bowing slightly, “two Shirley’s for the price of one….darling….” which was their private parlance, “….but another warm welcome to The Styx. I’m afraid there’s going to be a slight delay before we can kick off properly. I’ve a succubus stunt set for half past eight, however it shouldn’t take very long.”
There was a slight sniff from Shirley Greene. “I should have known you’d be behind this recent spate of sightings….darling,” she said, in her somewhat soft sensual soprano, “so who’s the stooge?” He smiled slightly. “It’s Lying Disgrace,” he said, “who annoyed several prefects this afternoon by attempting post mortems after the Maths paper without the option, in order to demonstrate his extreme cleverness.” The Green Goddess shrugged. “I never liked him,” she said, “but then he was one of the six nasties last year, which explains a lot. Certainly I haven’t screwed him….well, he’s never asked, but the answer would have been No in any event. So what shall we do for the next half hour, darling?”
He considered the question. “You know Shirley was here only a few days ago on my Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourn,” he said, “there some things she could tell us about it….like how she fared during her tour of St Sticks with H2O, and what it was like fagging for Rat Conman?” Probably the latter hadn’t been particularly pleasant, since he was another émigré from dorm 6N….” he gestured towards the settee, “….I’ll make some coffee, if you wish….?” there were two neat nods, “….do take a seat.” The Waitress’ back and bottom were bare, apart from the knotted strings. These dangled down daintily, doubling as a black thong. They shifted as she swayed across the study, suggesting the seat was strokeable….a treat for tools, but terrible tease.
Fuck her….at least he hoped, ambling to the kitchenette and firing up the kettle. Heavens, The Pirate had gone the extra mile without even being asked, and everything was prepared ready. There were three mugs, so she must have checked his Cute Cunt Calendar. For a second he felt some slight guilt for flogging her earlier. Then it passed, since her suggestion for doubling the discipline plainly pointed towards wanting the whacks. He’d been in the same situation with Sexy Sammy the previous year, and he’d reluctantly concluded he really DID enjoy being beaten by her.
As the kettle started to boil, he smiled inwardly, since he’d hopefully have many more opportunities next autumn? Samantha and Patricia Terrier were both attending the University of Lancashire, along with his firm friend Raymond Lee as a ménage-à-trois. Relay had indicated their captivating Celtic cunts would be available for the asking at any time. He poured out three cups, took the tray across to the settee, “Do help yourselves to milk and sugar,” he said as he set it onto the coffee table. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down between them both. “Have you been a bit of a bad boy, Shagger?” asked Surely Serious.
“Not yet,” he confirmed, “it was a prepayment punishment. It’s a point of honour, whereby the perpetrator of the succubus stunt pays for the poke instead of the stooge….” he added his own milk, “….so what can you tell us about Rat Conman, Shirley?” She took a sip, and started to speak. “As you may recall,” she replied, “I was wearing my St Severus School uniform. It’s basically brown and beige stripes, and comprised a very fetching waistcoat, with Standard Schoolgirl Spanking Shorts. My matching shoes, socks, blouse and tie completed the pretty picture.”
The Green Goddess giggled. “Nice,” she said, “I’m sure you seemed seriously spankable. Presumably though, they were removed for rattan on the rear?” There was a wry smile. “Indeed,” she agreed, “the bottom was always bared for beating, same as the bad boys. Anyway, as Shagger knows, his prefect peer had once attended my school, so knew all about it. He sat down on his settee, stating he’d start with a little something to remember our times at St Severes.”
She bent fetchingly across his lap, knowing the thin material of the Spanking Shorts would provide little posterior protection....even if he chose to leave them in place. “We may as….well, Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On….” he said wittily, slipping them off as he spoke, and putting them onto the coffee table, “….interesting, since you already have a hit and hot hiney. Was it sodding Shagger?” She shook her head. “No, Sir,” she replied, “I’ve Explained myself to The Headmaster, and it was a bit of a beating by the beak….” she paused, “….he too started with some sound spanking, as you can see, Sir.” Smackk smack “….oww,” she gasped at what was clearly a light starter spanking….smackk smack “….oww.”
“It may have started off lightly,” she said, “but it became firmer as the punishment progressed. By the time his fags arrived, I was seriously sore….for a second time.”
SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….me bum, Sir,” she gasped, even as the study door opened, and a pupil In The Pink emerged. “Ohh,” he gasped as he saw her. “Stand up, guilty girl,” he said, “and shake hands with Arse Up Aesop.” Slowly she stood, with her Spanking Shorts still on the table, and hardly in a state of dignity. The senior fag didn’t seem at all discomforted, but he was probably pleased to peek at pussy. “The pleasure’s all mine, Ma’am,” he said in formal fashion as they shook hands. Then the door opened a second time, and a green figure strutted inside.
“This sinful specimen is Ian Struther,” said the prefect, “known as Strutter….” for fairly obvious reasons, “….he’s in dorm 3O, which makes him one of The Little ’♂rr♂rs. Baring a career change, it means most likely he’ll be in dorm 6O in three years’ time, which will make him one of The Six ♂glers. I often use him as an appreciative audience, for when I’m dishing derrière discipline. He does an excellent job at….well, Ogling Obviously Over someone older than himself. Anyway, this guilty girl, who hails from my old school, is one of sodding Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourns. She’s been deputed to be my senior fag for the duration, so it’s Aesop Hislop’s lucky day….and tomorrow morning, too….” he paused, “….when would you wish your Welcome Back Whacking, bad boy?” he asked.
“Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’d like it straight away, preferably with this lovely Lady watching, Sir.” The prefect smiled, as he stood up and collected his cane. “It doesn’t surprise me,” he said sadly, “since Arse Up Aesop is in dorm 6X. I sometimes wonder why I even bother with PWEP, which is Punishment With Extreme Prejudice. For The Six X-hibiti♂nists, it’s straight up their street. So get your arse up, Arse Up….” very droll, as he lowered his pink Knackerpants, and an errant erection emerged. He smiled as his shaft strained, feloniously and fetchingly, “….with one more for posturing like a peacock at this innocent young Lady.” Then he assumed the Position.
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“Oooo..HOO….TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped as two staccato style strikes arrived without warning. Shagger had told her it was OO on two and YEEE on three. She’d have to remember the etiquette, since they’d not used it at St Severes.
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“Oww..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “I’ll try to be a good fag for you this term, Sir.” Doubtless he’d do his best, but a saint would still be swished at St Sticks.
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“Yeowwch....five, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, “I should be ashamed of myself for parading a pulsing penis, Sir….ohh,” he added as the stripes were stroked with the stick. “I think we can safely say you’d fail an erection inspection,” said Rat Conman
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“Yeouch..OUCH..OUCH….EIGHT, a straight eight, thank you so much….Çur,” he gasped, “I know I shouldn’t Be Bothered By Beating.” The prefect gave an evil grin. “One more whack,” he said sternly, “for which you well know the reason why.” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he replied.
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“YIKES….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you, SIR. I’m sorry I mentally misspelled the salutation, complete with cedilla, Sir.” She’d never got away with it at school either. “You’ve had your fun,” he said, “so stand up and sort yourself out. Then you can go, reporting at the usual time tomorrow afternoon.” The senior fag gave him a glance which would have torched toast at twendy paces. “Ahhh….” he gasped as the hem of his Knackerpants scraped across his arse, “….Uhhh,” he added as the coarse velcro material interfered with his erection.
“The reason for his annoyance,” he explained, “was because it’s impossible to comply with such an instruction. Afternoon school doesn’t finish until four o’clock, after which all fags are on injury time. It’s in accordance with their prefect’s chosen Lateness Regime, which is one whack per six minutes in my case. Many of my prefect peers opt for much more, and Richard Sharp claims one a minute. Hopefully you didn’t discover Rat Conman’s the hard way? In the mornings, there’s no problem.” She shook her head.
“Certainly, Sir,” he said tonelessly, as he stepped out of the study. “I didn’t actually get around to introducing my temporary senior fag to you, Strutter,” said Matthew Conran, “she’s Shirley Cirrus….and apparently known as Surely Serious….” he pursed his lips, “….where have you been billeted?” She smiled wanly, with the so-called swishee’s smirk. It was often offered by culpable canees in class, as a prelude to public punishment. It was the one which says wanly: I know how much my hit hiney will hurt. Since she’d be receiving the rattan on an already raw rear, it was absolutely apt for the action.
“Please, Sir,” she replied, “it’s dorm 6B, Sir.” He shrugged. “So it’s the six bi babes,” he said, “presumably one of whom will be sharing sodding Shagger’s bed this evening?” She shrugged. “I really couldn’t say, Sir,” she replied, “since there’ll also be the possibility of a deviant damsel from The Six Milkers.” Whose place in dorm 6M would have been taken by Daphne Saffron. This explanation didn’t prove an emolument. If anything, it was fuelling the flames of fire. “Dammit,” he snarled, his face reddening, “it’s exactly as I suspected. The most likely outcome is a Bi-some threesome of some description. Have I ever enjoyed one of those?” She supposed not. “I don’t know, Sir,” she replied.
“It was a rhetorical question,” he said, slightly more calmly, “but it’s bad enough never to have had the luxury of two Birds in bed. As you may know, sodding Shagger’s somehow sourced himself a ménage-à-trois….” she hadn’t, “….two twats for his tool to take in turn. I try not to think about it too much, since it only annoys me. But the big bastard had really good offers for all of them from the University of Lancashire. Hell, he was even screwing the Admissions Secretary. Heaven knows how, since he’d only just met her….and it was pretty plain she’d no time for me. All I can ever get out of him is: It’s not what you know but who….which hardly helps.” She could understand his ire, since on the face of things it seemed a mite unfair.
“If he wasn’t such a complete cretin,” he said, “I’d have more sympathy, and explain. But as I’d already mentioned, I had the fix in with the Admissions Officer….who’s the Secretary’s open-husband. As it happens, they’re both alumni, or sometime scholars of St Sticks. There’s also the minor matter of my Patron and firm friend, Sir Digby Vaillance. Digger’s now a Governor here, and enjoys playing In The Pink of an evening. After applying him with a Curfew Caning, Rat managed to make all manner of disparaging remarks about the Chancellor of Lancashire University….” suggesting he was an elderly out-of-touch idiot, “….without realizing he was talking to him.”
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